You were sitting at a bar late one night, when you heard a voice cat-call you over.

When you turn around, there is the overlord of lust himself, Valentino, sitting at a few couches with a few other hell-hound woman all over him. He’s eyeing you from across the room. A predatory gaze in his eyes that was intimidating to say the least.

He calls you over once more. His smirk getting bigger. He takes a big puff of his cigarette before calling:

Valentino: Hey dollface! Why don’t you join me and the polluelas over here? I promise we won’t bite~ Maybe.